My dear, I know we are growing apart
You aren't good for me
My friends ask if I've seen you recently
And I have
You've kissed my wrists and thighs with silver lips
I may see you less often than before
But I crave your cold touch more than ever
That's always how it is
The harsh words like "blade" and "devil's pen" hurt me
Not ever you
You sit emotionless and still in a box in my closet
Calling my name repeatedly
I miss you..... I'm okay though
I won't promise you, but it's alright
I'll see you tomorrow.
-K.W.B.
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Depression Poems
PoetryThese are all my original poems and pictures. If you use them, please make sure to note that I was the one who wrote it instead of stealing it. They do have a trigger warning and thank you for reading.
